“… is.. is this supposed to be a war beast? Did they send this to try and kill me?” I say out loud, looking from the small dog up to the enemy battalions a hand full of miles ahead of me. They weren’t moving, so I assumed they really did send this beast after me.

The beast was unmoving, growling, barking, and howling at me, as if it was challenging me to make a move. “You are either the boldest or dumbest warrior I’ve come across on the field of battle. Surely you must be able to tell I’m a god.” I crouch down, thrusting my war scythe into the ground.

The beast didn’t back down, continuing to bark and growl.

“So, you’re determined to defend your master, hm?” I say, looking into the beast eyes. “Mm, very well.” I said, standing up and taking my war scythe. “Your master and army shall be spared, but those who dared to commit crimes of war and claimed them in my name shall die, and only them. That is as far as I shall settled.” I begin to walk past the war beast towards the battalions, knowing most of these men will know my wrath and live to tell the tale.